Ogham Stories

This is a story about finding a place to belong, and saving the world along the way. Willow Haywood has a family crisis and finds out she's actually the daughter of an ancient line of British witches tasked with keeping natures cycles balanced and turning.

This piece isn't fiction, though it speaks in the voice of story. It's a remembrance - for a people, a language, and a landscape that survived centuries of conquest and silence. My bloodline traces through those hills and borders, through families who lost their homes, their words, and their songs - yet somehow kept the flame alive. Celtic culture has too often been turned into costume, myth into merchandise. This writing is my way of giving it back its heartbeat. Every name, every god, every season we once marked with fire still belongs to us. May this be read not as bitterness, but as love - fierce, remembering love. For those who were silenced, and for those still learning to speak again. We are not relics. We are flame. And the flame still speaks our names.

Kniha o magickém využití oghamu